December 2009
3 posts
false idol hypocrisy
Snow has somehow crept into the conversation From the light sprinkling of sarcasm in the last few statements made with jutting chin a wordstorm blankets me exhalations accompanying angry spittle-flecks head buffet your breath makes me wish for cover dragon-like steam and sulfur But then every conversation in the last two decades has been this way dogma replacing fact you are so...
Dec 27th
cubitize
my cube seems smaller, then I remember that forty years ago all rooms were small cubes and no one really sat in them or did anything rather they went out and drank whiskey little thinking time back then; and surprise now its the same so many ways to read the same story like a gnome wrote it all and we are all cursed to syndicate but such hexes don’t exist except in reality since...
Dec 6th
in the cold, hard ground
on the anniversary of my father’s passing, october 26, 2005 _______ we are all waiting to die my feet begin to feel numb no one is thinking of me fading here _______ sunlight-filled voices outside but not visible dreamy semi consciousness morphine enhanced to pleasantry _______ can’t smell myself but see noses wrinkle as they enter the sick zone _______ piss and spit...
Dec 6th